Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

      The north wind howled, but they were only wearing single clothes, and their bodies trembled slightly against the gray winter background.

    A Sheng is holding a small hand stove made by craftsman Ai Xin. "Oh."

    A few steps away from Ding Zhen and the others, there was a young man kneeling on his knees, also in thin clothes, but he seemed to be used to this kind of temperature, motionless like a rock. The dog-skin coats that Ah Sheng gave to the children in the nursery hall were gone.

    "Drink the hot water first. Let's finish it."

    Yan Wen brought a little maid and brought a bowl of hot water to each of them, and the water vapor warmed every square inch of the land.

    "The maid is at fault, the maid dare not."

    "Drink it. Ill be more troublesome for me."

    Then the two women bowed to Ah Sheng and held up the pottery bowl to drink water. In the winter, there is a new blast furnace in the other courtyard, and the experimentally fired pottery in it is smoother and more delicate than other homes, and it also has natural colors and patterns. This kind of unstable semi-finished product between pottery and porcelain, in the eyes of Ding needle and steward, is a very expensive art, holding and drinking water with trepidation and honor.

    Yan Wen personally brought the water bowl to the boy.

    He raised his head, revealing a scar under his left eye, and a strange expression that could not be concealed. He probably didn't expect that he could also have hot water to drink.

    A Sheng observed him with an indifferent expression. This young man looks like he is not ten years old but also eight or nine years old. At first glance, he looks like a beggar who has been in the streets mixed with dragons and snakes for several years. This kind of person is actually not easy to use. Speaking of learning, he is a little late and missed the best opening time. Unless he is particularly hardworking or particularly talented, it is difficult to learn to become a technician. On the other hand, if it sounds good, it is contaminated with the righteousness of the rivers and lakes. If it sounds bad, it means that the moral standard has been lowered by the hard life.

    "It was just the manager who was talking, I couldn't just listen to one side, so now it's your turn. Where's your leather jacket?"

    The boy pursed his lips, drank the hot water, and returned the pottery bowl to Yan Wen. "I have old acquaintances in the city. It's cold and they don't have any clothes to wear, so I gave them the leather jacket." He was not timid or flattering when he spoke.

    Asheng nodded. "Article 4 of the "New Regulations", will you memorize it?"

    The boy's hand on the mud floor clenched tightly and lowered his head: "All the supplies provided by the Lord's family, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, must not be given to outsiders privately. If there is any lost or unavoidable Gifts, you need to take the initiative to report to the manager. On the contrary, you must not ask for any property from outsiders without permission, and if you have to borrow it, you also need to take the initiative to report and return it in the future.”

    "Recited well, Article 5 of the New Regulations?"

    "Anyone who is in trouble with relatives and friends, or is held hostage, or violates the law or discipline, or is in poverty and ruins the family, etc., report to the master's family for assistance, and do not make any claims. Or those who violate other family rules, the crime will be added one class."

    A Sheng touched the delicate hollowed-out duck bronze sculpture on the hand stove, and the craftsman Ai showed off his skills again, probably because the soul of art was uncomfortable. In fact, she was a little absent-minded. Orphans violated the rules and met old relatives or gave and received privately. Too much happened in the past six months. Ding Zhen and the others have a set of skilled coping measures. Therefore, there are not a few people who have been kicked out of the orphanage, but there are still new people who commit crimes every month.

    In the final analysis, it is the conflict of ideas between her and the society.

    The boy gave the leather jacket to the poor friend, there is no moral problem, even, at this time, it is praised, benevolence, filial piety, kindness. But from Ah Sheng's standpoint, they are showing generosity to others, and they are taking charity as a swindle to gain their own reputation.

    If she agrees with the young man's approach, and can't see him freezing to death this winter, she will have to give him a second leather jacket. Then he will send out the second leather jacket. A third, a fourth...until all his friends have winter clothes. If his friends are loyal, they will help other poor friends, and poor friends will have poor friends. So, it's a bottomless pit. If everyone in the nursery hall followed suit, even if she was rich enough to rival the country, they would not be enough to show their loyalty.

    Therefore, it can only be severely punished. If you can't kill the chickens and show the monkeys in the first place, the nursery hall will become a big hole, leaking blood to the human relationship network of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

    This kind of thing may not be able to stop in a short time, all she can do is to eliminate such people who are unwilling to abide by the new rules and are too involved with the outside world from her circle.

    "After you applied to help your friend, did the manager not accept it?"

    The boy could not wait to bury his head in the ground, biting his cheeks and not speaking.

    "You can write to me directly every ten days for help. I haven't received a letter from you or someone you have written on your behalf. Is the letter lost? Has it been seized?"

    “…”

    "You are a newcomer, so you may not be literate. Is that why everyone refuses to write letters for you?"

    “…”

    A Sheng blinked: "You didn't write to me for help, and you didn't apply to the steward, right?"

    "...Yes."

    The little girl had an understatement on her face that did not match her age: "Are you feeling unconvinced? If you save people, you will save them. Is it wrong to save people? Why is there such a troublesome process? Why be punished just for not reporting it?"

    The boy raised his head suddenly and looked at her with piercing eyes.

    Asheng still looked down, without a trace of turbulence from his eyes to his expression: "I'm here to tell you, because even if you wear the clothes I gave you, eat the food I give you, you are surrounded by my house and Protected by the warmth I give, deep down you still don't believe that I will help you. You still don't believe that this group will help you."

    The courtyard was eerily quiet, and even the birds seemed to be scared away by the winter. Only Ah Sheng's tender voice was melancholy. "What can you help alone? A winter coat? Can people without winter clothes have enough food? Will they not be exploited and looted? Can you help this year and next year? You know very well that I can do better than You are more, the collective can do more than the individual, but," she chuckled, "you guys, you never thought to solve the problem by following the rules. Even if you memorize the rules thoroughly, there will be no problem. What's the use? What's the use of me taking the trouble to set up various systems to protect your rights and interests?"

    The teenager slammed his head on the frozen ground: "It's my fault...it's me...I failed Xiaolangjun's kindness..."

    He was crying.

    He hasn't cried for many years, not when he was beaten, not when he was starving and freezing, not when his little friends died one after another. The heart that should have been young has been frozen into cynical ice by winter after winter, and only shame can make it cry.

    A Sheng asked Ding Zhen: "According to the regulations, how should he be punished like this?"

     "Twenty-seven is the first offense, but according to the family rules, the fine is one more class. When the whole staff is notified, the egg will be fined for ten days, the toilet will be cleaned for one month, and the double loss of the lost items will be compensated."

    "It's the dog coat that's lost."

    "The result agreed by the maid and others is to let him go to the kennel for a year after cleaning the toilet. But the kennel supervisor is Cao Jiu, this matter still needs the owner and Xiao Dalangjun Negotiate."

    Cao Jiu is one of the nursing homes where my grandfather supplies Geely's younger brother, not Ah Sheng's subordinate. Because he is going to start learning archery next year, the kennels and stables will be arranged now. As the twins grew up, Ah Sheng and Cao Cao began to carve up the property rights and slaves of the other courtyards in the eastern suburbs. Most of the traditional fields of the chariot and horse care courtyard belonged to Cao Cao. It was taken by Asheng.

    Although their respective sites are divided, the two sides still have very close personnel exchanges. Asking Twenty-seven to volunteer at the kennel was nothing, and she had no idea of ​​refuting it.

    "Shi Shi, you are in charge of family rules, rewards and punishments, is what Ding Zhen said appropriate?"

    A Sheng hasn't called Shi Shi's "Shi Jia's mother" for a long time. She is no longer in the twins' yard, and instead takes up the job of inspecting family rules at mealtimes. This person has a strong desire for power, has more than enough loyalty and lacks opportunities to change, and is also suitable for this position of showing off his power and specializing in thorns.

    Shi Shi picked out the mistake of not picking out Dingzhen for a long time, and said with a stern face: "It's still in line with the rules of Xiao Langjun."

    A Sheng asked the people in the yard again: "This punishment is inconsistent with the family rules and new rules you know?"

    From Yan Wenluo Chi to the rough maid, they all bowed their knees and shook their heads: "There is nothing wrong."

    A Sheng then turned back to Twenty-seven: "Are you dissatisfied with the punishment Ding Zhen said?"

    Twenty-seven had stopped her tears, but she still knelt on the ground: "I am willing to receive the punishment, and I will accept it."

    "Well, that's it." Ah Sheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

    "Little Langjun!" Twenty-seven suddenly shouted, "Little Langjun! My friends are all beggars in the suburbs of the southwest. Every winter, some people die of cold and starvation. There are more than ten people, and now there are only five left. One dog skin coat is enough for the two youngest quilts, so please help them."

    A Sheng was about to turn around and enter the house, but stopped at this time.

    "Xiao Langjun! I know you only take in orphans in the eastern suburbs market. But I was originally from the southwest suburbs. I was able to survive by begging someone to take me to the door of the nursery hall for the price. But they are still in a mean street and cannot escape, driven by rangers and bullies. What about the body? If Xiaolang-Jun is willing to help, my life belongs to Xiaolang-Jun! I will be a cow and a horse for Xiaolang-Jun!"

    "Eloquence is good, but instead of trying to impress me with emotion, you can try using rules."

    Twenty Seven was stunned, he tried to follow Ah Sheng's ideas, and after a long time, he finally got through. "I...I...Article 18 of the "New Regulations", if you need to report, or if the rules are not perfect, or you need to ask the Lord for favor, you can write an appeal once every ten days. If it is not accepted or the letter is seized , you can ask any steward to appeal in person. By the way! I need to ask for favor! I write to Xiao Langjun, and I can write!"

    A Sheng showed a sincere smile for the first time today: "Since you have come to me, don't write a letter. It's not so rigid. Luo Chi, follow the letter appeal process. , I remember Cao San and Cao Shiyi as the nursing home on duty today. It just so happens that Cao San and the rangers in the suburbs are familiar with each other, so let him go."

    Luo Chi took the order, took out a booklet bound by paper from the house, and wrote the record with a few strokes:

    "Applicant: Twenty-seven, orphan of the orphanage, new entrant;

     "Time: the third day of December in the third year of Yongshou;

    "Application content: rescue and adopt five familiar orphans in the southwestern suburbs.

    "Executor: responsible for approval - Cao Sheng, record - Luo Chi, verification - Cao Xin, Tian Niu, Cao San, rescue - Cao San, expenditure - Ding needle, aftermath - Cao San, Ding needle , Adoption - Ding Zhen."

    A Sheng signed it after reading it, Luo Chi also signed it, and finally asked Twenty Seven to sign.

    Then someone called the nursing home Cao San, as well as the little master's little ear **** Cao Xin and Tian Niu. They read the record without saying a word, and galloped towards the southwest with their winter clothes, dry food, and men and horses.

    In less than two hours, the ox cart came back. The car was carrying four children who looked like little frozen mice, and another one had been sent to the hospital for rescue because of frostbite legs.